Three days later, in the evening.

The sunset is setting, and the dusk air gradually grows. However, this has not affected the prosperity of the capital of Bran. The various lights are as bright as the stars in the sky, and the wonderful nightlife is just beginning.

Of course, the excitement must be divided into locations. Brandu is probably the most prosperous and wealthy city on the continent. It has the longest main roads and the most lively commercial streets. However, even so, there are poor people everywhere, and poor and remote places. But it has to be said that even in slums, the situation in Brandu is much better than other cities.

Therefore, if you use an adjective to describe it, it can only be said to be a bit deserted, such as the current street located in the corner of the Nancheng District.

"I didn't expect that this lunatic actually came to the capital... Could it be that I really want to try it, and see if I can assassinate the king?"

"Ha, it's not that, senior brother, you're too careful. The situation is like this now. In our opinion, the king is naturally much more important. But in that guy's opinion, the ten old kings may not be as good as the hair of his beautiful lady! So, ok--"

"Yeah, it makes sense for you to say that. But Philip, aren't you his friend? Why don't you seem to be nervous at all now?"

"Nervous? Why?"

"...Haha, it seems that you are really confident in him, and you are sure that he won't come tonight?"

"I didn't say this, that guy is not doing it right. Senior brother, don't mess with me. I've said everything I shouldn't say. I really don't know anything else. If you don't believe me, you'll tie me up and torture me... Now, look, Grandfather and that guy are also close friends. They also call him Xiao Tang affectionately. I'm not very calm now."

"It's big or small! Even good tea can't block your mouth!"

"Uh. Drink tea, drink tea..."

...

A small and historical tavern now seems to have been booked. Except for the wooden table near the window on the second floor, the entire tavern is quiet. Although it is called a tavern, what is now placed in front of a few people is tea with smug fog floating.

Of course, this is not that the tavern is not well received. In fact, it is just that the owner of the tavern who is now praying to the sky. He dares not neglect these people. In other words, although these people are drinking tea, even if they suddenly want to drink palace jade wine, the owner of the tavern dares to knock on the gate of Wangting Castle overnight and ask for something with confidence...

The reason is nothing else, just because the thin old man sitting at the east end of the wooden table is Bran's patron saint, the number one master in the mainland, and the sword god Wu Ding!

This is the supreme glory! The owner of the tavern is thinking now, just waiting for the sword god to leave. He sealed the table beside the window and placed it in place to provide it with good supplies at home. Or put it on the spot to set up a fence for visitors to pay homage to... Of course, it would be better if the sword god could leave any treasures, then this ancestral tavern would be in full swing...

Well, no matter what the shop owner is falling into endless imagination downstairs, let us turn our attention to the upstairs.

There were four people next to the wooden table - Woodin, Haita, Winsling and Philip, who was not in a formal shape no matter where he was.

Except for the time he quietly went to the north, the sword god Wuding had not gone down the mountain for many years, let alone stepped into the capital of Bran. Now that he suddenly appeared here, it would naturally be a drunkenness. In fact, if this is true, Bran Wangting would definitely collect the fine wines of the world in a very short time, and then line up to send Wuding Xiaoju...

Woodin would come here for only one reason and only one person!

Three cups of tea passed, "I said, senior brother, are your information reliable?" Withdrawing his gaze from the graceful young woman who turned the corner, Philip looked around, and seemed to have no idea of ​​finding the target of meeting her eyes again. He was suddenly unable to sit still, "Don't say I'll hurt your confidence, that guy is very slippery, and there's basically no chance to wait for the rabbit. Otherwise, let's break up, I have an important date..."

"Oh? Is there any other lady in the capital who doesn't know your imperial capital flower..."

"Cough cough...cough cough..." Suddenly, he coughed violently, secretly glanced at Woodin, who looked calm like water, and Philip sat upright and waved his hand, "Senior Brother, don't talk nonsense, I have important things to deal with. However, it's not that I can't postpone it. Well, I'll be here to accompany everyone."

Haita chuckled twice when he heard this, and did not continue to chase and attack. Instead, he pointed to a place outside the window and said, "I can't say it's reliable. Did you see that clothing shop? It was a branch secretly established by the Gray-Clothed Army's intelligence-collecting agency here. A few days ago, Tang En sent someone here and went to have information about Wangting Castle... Of course, it was sent by us before. The information was fine, but it was reserved at some key points. If Tang En finished reading the information, he would come here in person and ask in detail. Well, the agreed time is almost the present."

Philip was stunned when he heard this: "Tsk, no wonder the old man often says that people who look honest often hold on to their stomachs. Senior brother, you are not honest..." With his fingers shaking, Philip seemed extremely frivolous. However, after being quietly glanced at by Wu Ding, he immediately entered the state of looking at the nose and the heart.

"There is no problem for the people in the organization?" At this time, Winslin, who was drinking tea, suddenly asked. This was also the first thing he said tonight.

After the battle of Songhai City, Wenslin was seriously injured. However, this was just an external injury. When the high priest took the treatment, he was basically healed in a week. What was really injured in Winslin should be the inner heart. As soon as the injury healed, he went up the mountain to retreat. He was silent all day long, gloomy and depressed. No one knew what he was thinking, but it was really hard to see the arrogant and domineering spirit in the past. If Wu Ding had not gone down the mountain personally this time, he would not have followed him.

Now that he heard him ask, Haita subconsciously looked at Wooding and nodded gently. Regardless of whether Winsling really learned from his mistakes, he learned a lesson. He only heard Tang En, a name that made him feel humiliated, but did not immediately shout at him, but instead thought calmly and asked about the idea, which was a gratifying progress.

"It should be fine," Haita explained. "In fact, it was not our search for them. But they contacted us ten days ago. Well, the head of the agency named Bunier."

He paused, shook his head and smiled, "Most of the people in the gray-clothed army were born in poverty and had a hard life. To put it bluntly, poverty is their greatest reliance for daring to take up weapons to resist. Because of poverty, they do not care about losing and are fearless. Also because of poverty, they urgently want to change the status quo. Even if they sacrifice their lives for it, they will not hesitate to pay for it. But when the poor saw that the world was so prosperous and stayed in this prosperous world for a while, and knew that they were happy, the biggest reliance would no longer be firm..."

"Speak human words..." Philip interrupted in a muffled voice while biting the teacup.

Haita smiled disconcertedly and raised his finger: "If successful, a new identity, a huge fortune that can allow him to enjoy a wealthy life for generations."

Putting down the teacup, Philip curled his lips: "Idiot, why don't you know how to ask for another title? That guy is not that cheap."

"Haha, on the contrary. He is much smarter. Although the aristocratic identity can shine with his surname, it is too eye-catching and can easily be targeted. In this case, this generation will basically end without waiting for the next few generations to enjoy the beauty."

Philip chuckled sarcastically and opened his mouth to say something else. Woodin turned to look at Haita and asked, "What's the situation on the front line these days?"

The topic changed abruptly, Haita shook his head, but responded naturally: "Not very good. A few days ago, Wang Ting received good news, saying that the three front-line legions had repelled several waves of attacks by the barbarians. But this could only fool those old and confused members of the parliament. They didn't know that the place to repel the barbarians' attack was on the second defense line on the border of the empire... I remember that it took about a month and a half to advance there last year. But this time, it was not used for half a month..."

"Why?" Wu Ding frowned.

"Some of the reasons are because the fortifications that were just broken last year have not been repaired intact, and the resistance effect has been greatly reduced. But this is not the main reason..." When he thought of something, Haita also frowned slightly, and was a little confused. "I went to the military headquarters in the morning and happened to meet them summarizing the recent war. The final conclusion was that the overall strategy of the Northern Wilderness Tribe this time was very... strange! It was very strange!"

After a moment of pause, without waiting for Wood Ding to inquire, he continued, "The people who commanded the barbarian army to fight against me in Bran over the years were all the old commander of the tribe, Angros, but he had died at Zi Yi last year. Therefore, we don't know the new barbarian commander, nor do we know his character, his usual tactical style, etc., which is completely unfamiliar with it."

"Absurd! If you don't know the other coach, you won't know how to fight?" Hearing this, a few angry expressions flashed across Wu Ding's face.

"Of course it's not just that." Haita smiled bitterly, "In fact, the tactics used by the other party this time are very similar to those of Angelos in the past. This should be intentional. After all, the changes are too big, and the barbarian army will also be unacceptable. But in addition, there are also some different changes. Well, how to say... The barbarian army has become more like a regular army..."

Philip interjected inexplicably, "What does this mean? What else can the army be like if it is not like an army?"

Shaking his head, "Listen to me... we all know that the horror of the barbarian army lies in their individual combat capabilities, with one block three, or even one block five. As for tactical implementation, military formation, etc., it is almost zero. To put it bluntly, it is known how to fight, but not how to fight smartly. Even if the superior officer sees and issues orders, some great fighters often have problems when they fall into the barbarian army that is specifically implemented below. If there are other changes in this, then you don't know how to deal with it and miss the opportunity to fight. Well, this is also one of the reasons why we can fight with the barbarians over the years."

"But it's different now. Although this barbarian army that is raging on the front line still relies on their strong physiques to fight, it has more tactical tricks. Take Xiongguan City, which has been recently captured for example. Although Zi Yi is no longer there and many troubles have occurred in the legion, the Zichen Legion's combat effectiveness is still the first of all legions. But such an iron army was easily captured by an equal number of barbarians. He was beaten to the city of Xiongguan in a confused manner, and even the city was lost overnight... It was not until the military headquarters integrated all wartime intelligence and restored the battle at that time that it was discovered that this was an extremely standard raid battle. Note that this standard refers to the tactical standards of our army. But now it appears on the barbarian army, and it is even more detailed..."

It seemed that he had discovered something extremely terrifying. Haita's tone was a little dry and tight, causing the sounds to be made to be strangely sharp. Take a deep breath, "I asked the people in the military and they gave a speculation. If you want the barbarian army to fight according to such standards, you must consider the fine details of all aspects, then make predictions, deductions, and make decisions... Finally, hundreds of orders were issued, so that every organized barbarian army had military orders to follow and rules to find. But this was almost impossible..."

Shaking his head, shaking his head again as if he was convinced, Haita then spread his hands and said, "But one thing is confirmed. That is, the Northern Wilderness Tribe has once again produced an amazing commander!"

After the words came, he seemed to be infected by Haita's nervousness, and the room was a little quiet. After a moment, Wu Ding said with a slightly dark look: "The Northern Wilderness has produced an amazing commander, but Bran has permanently lost a military god. This battle... is hard to say..."

Seeing that his grandfather was not in high spirits, Philip quickly comforted him: "These are just the speculations of the senior brother. If you don't calculate accurately, grandfather should not think too much. Moreover, the battlefield changes rapidly. In the slightest moment of life and death, there are countless excellent generals who die before they succeed, so it is hard to say."

"Yes, Master, Philip makes sense." Knowing that Master Sword God is in poor health recently, Haita was a little regretful after saying this, and agreed to persuade him, "And even if the barbarian commander is really so powerful, he is just a person. We, Bran, have many excellent generals, can't we still suppress him?"

Wu Ding shook his head slightly and murmured in a low voice: "One person... Zi Yi is also alone, but he has been suppressed by the Northern Wilderness Tribe for decades..."

Seeing that the persuasion was not effective, Haita and Philip were anxious and were about to say something. Wenslin, who had been silent, suddenly looked up and narrowed his eyes, flashed a few cold lights, and looked out the window: "This black shed carriage has been walking around the street three times."

"Huh?" instantly brought back several people's attention.

It was a big surprise that there were only four people here, or Wu Ding, who was afraid that Tang En would see the flaws. For this reason, they didn't even light the oil lamp when drinking tea. It was precisely because of this that no one who was not professional and did not notice any abnormalities, but in the end, the silent voice of Winslin suddenly spoke in shock.

Haita and Philip were both stunned when they heard this. Subconsciously looked out the window and saw a somewhat familiar black carriage slowly passing by them... They all turned their heads and looked at Wu Ding.

Wu Ding's eyes turned around, instantly calmed down, pondered for a while, and said, "Wait a minute... Xiao Tang is very good at disguising and hiding, and his attainment in this area has reached its peak. If I hadn't confirmed it in person, I wouldn't be sure."

"Uh...so amazing?" Philip was stunned. Winsling seemed to have noticed something, his eyes narrowed again, "The speed of the car has slowed down."

The speed of the black-shelf carriage is indeed gradually slowing down, as if it is going to dock on the side of the road. Not far from the front of the carriage is the clothing store that is still doing business!

Some of them were tense, or they leaned over, or they pinched the teacup and hovered in the air... The few people responded in a different way, but their eyes were all on the black carriage, and the house fell into silence.

Finally, the black carriage stopped at the door of the clothing store. After a pause, the coachman knocked on the wall and shouted something. A figure lifted the curtain, rubbed his eyes, and scratched his head. He walked out of the carriage with a little confusion, and then seemed to confirm the place and wait and see.

There are not many people on the street, but the sign lights of various shops on both sides of the road are bright. Although it does not make the place bright like daylight, it is not a problem to see people's faces roughly.

Volkswagen face, a unique Volkswagen face!

"Fuck!" exclaimed in disbelief, Philip was shocked in disbelief. Of course he knew this face, who was not Tang En? This... it makes no sense!

"Is it really here?" Not to mention Philip, even Haita looked incredible. It can be said that although he planned this plan, it was indeed simple enough. Judging from his past impression of Tang En, he really did not have the confidence to bring this trap master into this simple trap. The idea he was holding was nothing more than a try. There was no loss if he failed, but now he has succeeded successfully! Could it be that this is the so-called simple truth?

Haita's mind was confused, and Philip's mind was blank in shock... Only Winsling, when he saw Tang En's face clearly, smashed the teacup in his hand with a bang, and stood up suddenly.

In the field, only Wu Ding looked calm like water. He looked at Wen Silin, who clenched his fists and trembled slightly, sighed inwardly, shook his head slightly, as if he was a little disappointed. Then he turned his gaze and looked at Tang En who was walking into the clothing shop, and slowly stood up.

"Let's go."

"Uh...yes! Go quickly!" Haita came back to his senses when he heard this, flipped his hands and immediately handed a simple long sword in front of Wu Ding.

The Sword God, of course, is named after the sword. This ancient long sword is Wu Ding's famous weapon. Although he didn't have much hope before, Haita still invited the sword just in case. After all, he had to deal with a pervert who could pick up five empty-level powerful men at one time. Even if he was as strong as the Sword God, he would not dare to be too arrogant.

However, Wu Ding did not take the long sword, but looked at Wen Silin, who was still in a complicated expression, and said calmly: "I mean, go back to the mountain."
Chapter completed!